I could not believe how terrible my luck was. Bad enough I lived with an arrogant Alpha, who thinks everything revolves around the one wolf he loves, while believing my very existence is a curse that can only be quelled by constant torture, now I find myself surrounded by rogues.
‘Just my luck…’ I thought, dismayed by how horrible my misfortune was, as the rogues before me all chuckled at me.
“Ah, the poor, poor wolfie,” one sarcastically spoke. He who was bigger and bulkier than the rest of the rogues. “For her to be brought here by her pack’s Alpha? Tied to a grave? If that isn’t a sign of something, I don’t know what is in this pack.”
How I paled when those words left that wolf’s mouth. What did he mean by that? And how did he know Duncan left me here? It wasn’t as though news were made to inform anyone of it, whether it was in or out of the pack. In fact, the only ones who know about the arrangement were those in Duncan’s house.
How my eyes widened when the realization came to me.
